You told me you loved me and I believed you. Held my hand and kissed me goodnight. Told me that you would make every thing all right.
As seasons changed, you became cold, but you still told me you loved me, so I did as I was told, you said it was out of love you hit me, you said that it was okay to cry. But to keep it on the D/L or you would leave me, and the thought made me want to die.
My friends took notice, but I brushed them away, as long as you and me were together I didn't care about what they had to say.
But one day you got mad and you hit me really hard, there was no way to cover it, so you kept beating me hard, I tried to clam you down, but you through me aside, I hit the wall, and almost died.
You picked me up, and told me you were sorry, you cleaned me up, and held me tight, and told me it would be alright
I lied to my parents, sisters and friends. And I told them I got beat up at school again.
But one day, you couldn't be stopped. I think you finally hit the rocks. I felt the pain and saw the light. Before you knew it I was a lot less than all right. You didn't know what to do, so you cast me aside, into the trashcan I went I was left there to die.
You told me you loved me, and all I did was love you. But you nearly killed me. Because I wouldn't tell on you.
And I thought you loved me....
